Chapter 359: Gratitude

When the Dharma Artifacts in the two people's hands bloomed with light, the blood-red monster and the giant tree that had been pressing in step by step also seemed to sense some kind of strange aura and suddenly stopped.

The blood-red monster trembled all over, and the part that looked like a face suddenly split open a seam; as the seam opened, it revealed a mouth of jagged, crisscrossing fangs, emitting a hideous and terrifying screech.

The items in the hands of Wang Han and Li Yuning radiated a power that made It feel extremely uncomfortable, and because for a split second It had sensed the gaze of some terrifying and powerful existence—though it was fleeting, leaving only these two humans who were holding the possessions of some terrifying existence and acting like a fox assuming the tiger's might—the blood-red monster felt a sense of shame and annoyance at having been toyed with by weak things; It let out a roar, immediately intent on putting the two to death.

The giant tree behind the blood-red monster clearly did not possess so much intelligence; although it had instinctively stopped its attack at the very beginning upon sensing the power of the Dharma Artifacts, it obeyed the blood-red monster's command, and it still launched an attack on Wang Han and Li Yuning once more.

Wang Han had an incredible feeling; his brain became exceptionally clear, his heart was calmer than ever before, and the copper coins on the Copper Coin Mask on his face swayed, clinking and clanging as if in shock at a soul returning; he spread open the Shackles in his hand, and the blue chains followed suit, extending, then he swung one end and cast it out; he seemed to have mastered the method of using the Shackles without even realizing it.

The blue-light-entwined Shackles split into countless pieces as they advanced, immediately locking the thorn vines—which the giant tree had fired like ten thousand arrows—in mid-air; they were as light as a feather, appearing weak and powerless, yet when Wang Han gave a fierce tug, he actually pulled the ten-zhang-tall giant tree until it staggered, and it suddenly toppled toward one side of the cliff, with half its body exposed to the endless Nether Abyss.

The Fire Token in Li Yuning's hand surged with crimson power, the firelight shining high; steaming heat rose from her fiery red face, her expression solemn, her momentum like a rainbow; even the lightning exploding above her head could not shake her expression in the slightest; as she slashed the token like a sword, hacking into the void in front of her, dozens of fleeting white mist explosions appeared before her—the sound of air bursting—and then the giant tree and the blood-red monster were immediately struck hard, with crimson, explosive firelight flickering incessantly upon them.

The blood-red monster let out a miserable shriek, its form twisting and twitching; the giant tree was entwined with flames, covered by the raging fire from time to time, emitting the miserable screams of a group of women.

After seeing the miserable state of these two alien monsters being beaten back step by step, Wang Han and Li Yuning felt not a shred of joy or happiness, only a thick sense of tragedy; the great power that shook the monsters came both from that indescribable great existence and from the rage they had ignited using their Life Sparks.

Fireworks are easily cold, life is like a dream... no matter how brilliant and dazzling they appear at this moment, they will eventually die here.

But the worry lies precisely in this point: they cannot be entirely certain that killing the blood-red monster will stop the resurrection of the Bloody Empress.

His eyes unable to turn, Wang Han only heard the sound of springs gushing from not far away; he did not know how long it was before he saw blood jets spraying higher and higher; those blood jets sprayed into the air as if they had consciousness, as if the air were a three-dimensional canvas, allowing the monotonous blood color to spray and scatter within it; not a single drop of blood fell to the ground, but instead slowly aggregated in the air into another shape.

If killing the blood-red monster could stop everything from happening, how could those wretched beasts known as the Lurking Blood Shadow willingly ignore everything and let the situation develop?

The giant tree turned into ruins burned into a sea of fire, no longer making a single whimper; the blood-red monster was burned by the flames and sparks until its whole body was swollen, bursting with pockmarks, and it fell against the backdrop of the sea of fire, its form gradually shriveling up.

The situation has reversed again!

Boom, boom, boom...

At this moment, above the sky, rose-like Lurking Blood Shadows slowly descended from the air, exposing the fact that they were only worthy of being seen as shadows; their true bodies were essentially extremely fragmented chunks of flesh, similar to a peeled onion, bloody and blurred, with blood and stench lingering in the sky; they gathered around the giant three-dimensional portrait gradually being cast in blood, worshipping in a group and chanting indescribable hymns.

Sha!

Wang Han's consciousness slowly weakened, and his five senses were gradually being lost; first he lost his vision, but his ears could still vaguely hear; he heard something moving at high speed suddenly dart out, brushing past the top of his head; a few drops of water from an unknown source fell onto his face; because they carried a warm and slightly viscous touch, and also emitted a thick, bloody scent, he immediately judged that what had fallen on his face was blood.

He also did not know if they had managed to stop the resurrection of the Bloody Empress; if they could really kill the blood-red monster this time—if killing It could stop It from summoning the Bloody Empress—then all the sacrifices would be worth it.

What if everything they were doing was heading in the opposite direction of what they had anticipated? At the thought of this, the scene of the blood-red monster reflected in Wang Han's pupils stirred with ripples.

And at the same time, there was the sound of a woman's miserable wail and the angry roars of a group of monster beasts; it seemed they had not anticipated the change in the situation at all, and even less did they know that the existence that brought the high-speed moving object would come here at this very moment.

Puchi, puchi...

There was only one reason for this: his and Li Yuning's actions would only lead the result toward the appearance they wished to see.

That is the Evil Fallen Queen who has slept for a thousand years, the Avatar of the Demon of Chaos, the Bloody Empress! She has been resurrected in accordance with fate, and has awakened in accordance with the time!

"What should I do..." Wang Han's vision was pitch black.

Those rose shadows that remained motionless within the thunderclouds had only been hovering there from beginning to end, watching coldly, as if using silence to express the most vicious mockery of the arrogant humans.

Thump!

Falling along with them were the heroic and brave Wang Han and Li Yuning; Wang Han glanced at Li Yuning, who had fallen nearby, watching that young and pretty girl's body twitching powerlessly, a sight to stir pity; he looked at the sky in despair and sorrow.

Wang Han realized that someone had suddenly appeared and harmed the Bloody Empress who had just been resurrected; his weak heartbeat faintly accelerated a little, revealing his final joy.

Wang Han saw it: the giant blood rose gradually piling up from blood was slowly blooming; a fair arm reached out from the pistil, slowly pushing away the petals that were circling and closing; a woman was growing from the flower chamber that had nurtured her.

Wang Han stopped breathing, but he still held on with his final will, choking back his last breath and refusing to swallow it; he wanted to know the final result.

Would that suddenly appearing mysterious existence destroy the conspiracy of the Demon of Chaos? Would it repel the Bloody Empress who had reappeared in the human world...

This became a fixation; even though he could no longer feel anything at all, as if locked in a dark space, he stubbornly did not leave his own body, just remaining where he was.

Until he heard a voice like a great bell come to him, telling him: "Thank you for your contribution to the experiment, Wang Han."